Passing time on a railway line
Trying not to fall from the tungsten tracks
Wishing that one day
That train won't pass me by
A desolate station long disused
The barren platform's overrun
With weeds that whisper
Staring me in the eye

As I sit on a broken bench
Blowing time from a dandelion
I hope no-one will find me
Discover my secret place
My secret place

Like the paint on the platform sign
My thoughts of you are crumbling
Tumbling to the dusty floor
Like I'm stumbling to discover more
What went wrong?
What went wrong with us?
Will I always be the only passenger on the platform?
Waiting for another train
That may never come along
Waiting for another train
That will probably
Never find my secret place

As I sit on a broken bench
And blow time from a dandelion
I hope someone will find me
Discover my secret place
My secret place.